Poem: View Through my Window

After the rain
the sun shines brilliantly
from my window
that faces west
the shadow of the house
a looming patch of dark
a border between
the morning sun
in the south
and the building.
I can see the tomato plants
from my neighbor
my own plants are dead
because it is too hot
and life got too busy
to water them.
I have neglected to take care
of my own spiritual garden
But I see through the blinds
that it must be
attended to under the
canopy of trees
by the fence.